"Chu Xisheng!"
Hundred-Household Commander Zhang Ming watched the figure approaching across the river, his face as dark as iron.
The man he had guarded against most warily had still forced his way in to obstruct his attack on the Zuo family.
The fellow had not appeared yesterday or seen the Zuo family off, making them lower their guard.
Otherwise, he would not have acted on the river in Xunyang Commandery, but chosen somewhere else.
Though delaying would greatly increase the variables and give the Zuo family's friends, relatives, and allies more time to react, that was better than failing on the verge of success here in Eastern Province.
Then Zhang Ming's eyes lit up, delight appearing on his face.
He looked around and found not a soul on the river or its banks within five li.
Only Chu Xisheng was on the river, approaching alone across the water.
His subordinates were nowhere in sight, nor was that mysterious Fifth Grade expert.
-This fellow was far too arrogant.
Zhang Ming sneered despite himself. "Why put yourself through this, Hall Master Chu? There's a road to heaven, yet you refuse it; hell has no gate, yet you force your way in."
Just as he finished, two figures suddenly shot through the second-story windows of the ship. Like two fleeting white arcs, they hurtled toward Chu Xisheng in a converging strike.
They had dared cut through the tangled knot with a swift blade in Xunyang today because they had absolute confidence.
Those two figures were twin brothers, both at Upper Seventh-Rank. They had mastered a combined saber technique whose power, when unleashed together, could even surpass that of an ordinary Sixth Grade Lower expert.
But just as the two white arcs were about to converge before Chu Xisheng-
A red arrow came blasting